"What!?"
Yu Jing felt as if he had suffered a devastating blow. His head spun, and his chest was completely blasted open by a single tentacle strike from his opponent. His heart had almost been torn out.
Although Yu Jing had not used his ghost form, his opponent clearly had not used his full strength either. He was even still in a dream state.
"Don't disturb my sleep. Once I find my target, I'll come back and kill you."
Wave after wave of sound echoed through Yu Jing's mind. The membrane he used to protect his mind was almost torn apart. The power was unbelievably immense.
"Just as I thought, among the former thirteen, Shen Zhao, Tuweis, and I really were at the bottom. This Lovecraft could absolutely rank among the top three. No wonder the little loli called him 'a person close to the Old Gods'... Unfortunately, things have come to this. I can only brace myself and fight."
The plants slowly repaired the injuries on his chest, resetting his dislocated ribs.
Just as Yu Jing had risen to his feet and taken a step toward Lovecraft's location—
"Yah! Yah!"
Blue light shone from the buildings surrounding the crossroads in every direction, accompanied by all kinds of strange shrieks.
"Forcible enslavement?"
At present, Yu Jing could only use the simplest form of enslavement from the Deep Sea Secret Art. Enslaving an ordinary person would consume a huge number of his brain cells.
With a single thought, this man could forcibly enslave thousands of humans, and even cause the enslaved believers to undergo physical mutations.
Perhaps the Old World environment amplified the effects of the Chaos Secret Art, but this was already terrifying enough.
Hundreds and thousands of twisted creatures covered in dense scales and with tentacles growing from their